Wherever I Go, ADHD Dogs Me

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The sky outside is flat gray
as I read on a silver phone
in a neutral tone

subway car.  Eyes
are not meant to read text
on small, hand-held devices. 

Sometimes I miss lines
as my gaze skips along,
and the facts of

my dear friends' lives
fall between the gaps
and melt away  

into moldy pools of
sewage, reflecting
an imperfect reader.
 The Uggs of the woman beside me
are so black and sparkly.
Just take out the adverbs


and you've got Hemingway!
Uh-oh, just missed my stop
writing this poetry
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Sneaky

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Just when I think its death is definite,
my heart will surprise me with a flutter of aliveness.
It's fun, this game of trying to be most cynical.
It doesn't take much effort.
In fact, it's hard to avoid it.
But the flashes of relapse--!
Too easy.
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Coney Island Moon

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Friday night on the boardwork
I arrived, people were already gathered.

The radiant sepia moon was just a sliver
above the clouds, till it rose majestically

as expectant sailboats turned figure-8s
below. Then the fireworks blew up

all around it,
as if in tribute

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If Unlucky In Love

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If unlucky in love, there's
always camembert.
When I eat stringbeans,
my whole body sings.

This isn't as good
as William Carlos Williams'
famous verse about plums, but
what else is needed for
this poem's completion?
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Sometime later, I dream...
I throw Peter's shirt
down the trash compactor.
Then I take off on a flight
to California.


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